[J. Cole]When this shit drop, I was like 16Tryna get some head from a mixed thingBig dreams, say goodbye to ripped jeansNigga got a job, have my little wadWorst fear is getting robbed for my last 50 dollars thatI had left over5 dollars in they pocket, nigga in his left shoulderMinimum wage 5. 15. 13's on the whipKept my shit cleanActually that was my momma shitBut I'm driving round town on my Obama shitMiddle class my ass, just to get a tank of gasHad to run the guns up the street and pawn the shitBut, yeah I'm headed for a scholarshipLittle scrap game but I got a lot of lipThats why them niggas don't like me and always wanna fight meA dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likelyI know the game I'm an expertNigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?Nigga I'm gone, showed up at the crib tryna boneAnd I aint fuck yet cause her momma always homeGod damn, Lor-Lord have MercyPlease God don't let this little broad have herpesMy nigga says she fast like Jackie Joyner-KerseeGold medals if we gave hoes?No rose petals on a bed in the ghettosSpiderman sheets got us singing falsettoTall white tee's, can't believe we used to wear thoseWhite folks looking at us like we're weirdosBut we was only kiddo'sGrabbing titties in the club, pocket full of skittlesTryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddleTryna get the Diddy, cause I murder instrumentalsIt's that good old fashioned Mark JacksonFucked then I'll pass, y'all Utah JazzAnd ya'll borin', I don't play nigga I'm Mark MadsenThats why my knots thick like a fucking KardashianI'm not asking my nigga I don't need favoursI'm in the streets with the fiends, I done seen dangerMy team major, we party like teenagersI'm in the green Range, nigga I'm the green ranger(I fucking ran out of breath)Team major, we party like teenagersI'm in the green Range, nigga I'm the green rangerCole

[Lil Wayne]I don't even like this beat, but fuck itI'm only gon spit a few bars cause I don't like this beat

Bitch I'm not old news, I'm more like gold shoesShe eat my whole dick, she like Whole FoodsThey say I'm old school, but I dropped outDrop ya body off at a cops houseThey throwing up them bricks, you better box outMy niggas got enough white to build Barack houseI got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeansI've been faded, stone wash jeansNew pussy new money, New Orleans50 up in that uzi, g-g-g-unitI murk you with that bitch scratch the serial number, re-use itI'm from the N-O, stretch you niggas out like limo'sUzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, thats pimplesI'm bout to go banana puddin'haha, you a dyke cause your man a pussyHit you from the blindside no Sandra BullockNever bite the hand that feeds youalways watch the hand that's cookingTunechi, D4 HoeShout out ColeYou already know what it is, Cole WorldWayne's WorldWe in this bitch hoeSpecial delivery at your front door